I'm not a good man.
I'm not a bad man.
But I've made some bad mistakes, made the wrong choices. Who hasn't? But the consequences are tearing us apart.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
The world tells me I have to choose. Why? Why do I have to choose?
Loving hurts.
Dancing heals.
Love makes you soar, makes you fly and sets you free--and then it lets you freefall until you're smashed and bleeding on the ground. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being.
In my opinion.
I love two people.
I love them differently.
One is a man.
One is a woman.
And they are brother and sister.
